Miracle...

After closing on the sale of our new house, life was crazy. We started the process of packing and shipping our lives to a new home. And, in the matter of a few weeks, we decided to forgo our original plan of keeping our duplex and renting it out and decided to sell it. So, we also started cleaning things up and getting ready to put the house on the market. Fitting all of that into busy work weeks meant that life was more than hectic.

We also decided that it was time to start considering our next fertility treatment. We have six frozen embryos and decided we wanted to use them in the near future. So, I called our fertility doctor to let them know that we'd like to schedule a frozen embryo transfer for sometime in the Fall. We determined that September would be a good month and I was quickly given a protocol and paid my $1,500 down payment (about half the cost of a Frozen Embryo Transfer).

The doctors told me to start my birth control pills as soon as I started my period in July. Which, by my calendar, was scheduled to begin the week of our move! Figures.

So, as the week of our move neared and the stress piled on I waited for my period to start. It didn't. I assumed it was due to a stressful week and the fact that I had just finished nursing Grayson in June and my hormones were probably a bit wacky. So I didn't think much of it and just waited it out for a few days. I felt crampy and emotional so you know, all signs your period is about to start and I figured it was just a matter of time.

However, as the days passed and my period failed to start I started to get worried that I was throwing off my FET protocol schedule. I wanted to go ahead and start the birth control pills but figured that if I called the clinic to tell them I was going to do so, they'd ask if I was pregnant. Of course I was not pregnant. Silly question.

But, to be safe, and to ensure that I could confidently tell them that I was indeed NOT pregnant, I grabbed a pregnancy test at one of our pit stops for supplies between moving things too and from Springville.

I got home that night and deciding I wanted to get it over with, took the test. Stuart was not home and I hadn't really told him about any of my worries and concerns. He didn't even know I was late, because again, it just seemed like a non issue.

So, alone on one of the last nights I spent in our duplex I peed on the stick - confident in what the outcome would be. And since you can tell where this is going you can understand my utter and complete shock when I looked at the test to see that it was positive! IT WAS POSITIVE!!!!!

I think I said something like, "you have got to be freaking kidding me..." I didn't even know what to think.

As soon as I gathered my thoughts and calmed down a bit, my first reaction was not to be excited. Instead, I was scared out of my mind. I immediately assumed something was wrong - my first thought was that it was an ectopic pregnancy. I knew my Fallopian tubes were damaged and I always assumed there was no way I would get pregnant normally and naturally. I was scared and mad.

Stuart came home about an hour later. He walked in the door and I immediately told him that I was pregnant. He was shocked, but thrilled. He gave me a huge hug and started hooping and hollering. I started crying. I was just so nervous, I told him to not be excited because we aren't the couple that has good news (in the fertility department, anyway). He told me to be optimistic...for once. That was hard to do.

A few days later, I called my OB and told them the unlikely tale that I was pregnant and asked to get some blood work done to confirm if things were normal. They were cooperative and I got a few tests done. The numbers looked normal...things were progressing as they should. It was encouraging. I also asked for an early ultrasound for confirmation and we were able to get one around 8 weeks which showed that there was a healthy baby in there. A real, live, healthy baby!!!

I had already been the recipient of a real miracle and didn't expect to see many more of them in my life. And yet, after so many years of struggling to get Grayson here, barely a year after he was born did I find out that I was pregnant - without needles, without hormones, without doctors, etc.. etc... I never thought it would happen this way for me, I had written it off as something that I would never experience and I was really okay with that. I knew there would be more children in my future, I just assumed we'd have to go through fertility treatments to get them. I was wrong and I am grateful. This baby is a true miracle and we know we are extremely blessed. Our due date is April 1, 2014 and life is so good.